She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise she was perfect.

Perfection is the willingness to be imperfect.

Perfection is when there is nothing left to take away.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.

Therefore the perfect, absolutely and in itself, is one, infinite, which cannot be
greater or better, and that which nothing can be greater or better. This is one, everywhere,
the only God, universal nature, of which nothing can be a perfect image
or reflection, but the infinite.

To find peace in the presence of the faultless is the desire of the one who seeks excellence; and is not nothingness a form of perfection?

Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

There is only one sin. That is weakness.

Absolute perfection belongs not to man, nor to angels, but to God alone.

Perfection is a stick with which to beat the possible. Perfectionists can find fault with anything, and no one has higher standards in this regard than leftists.

Perfection is only achieved when there is nothing more that can be taken away rather then when there are things that can be added

Even more, in the created thing, is a perfection that she exists; since the greatest of all imperfections is, not to exist.

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.

She has only one fault; too many ideas.